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"Which you discovered to be your word to Ombreval," he said, and his voice grew unconsciously softer, for he began to realise the quandary in which she had found herself. She inclined her head assentingly. "To him I had given the earlier promise, and then, again, he was of my own class whilst you " "Spare me, Citoyenne," he cried. "I know what you would say.
Once she overcame the first tempestuous outburst of her passion she would be up and doing, straining every sense to outwit and thwart him in his project, whose scope she must have more than guessed. Reasoning thus, he clearly saw not only that every moment was of value, but that flight was the only thing remaining him if he would save himself as well as Ombreval.
La Boulaye flushed slightly as much at the contemptuous tone as at the words in which Ombreval referred to the Republic. "It is not to me but to our good friend, M. La Boulaye, that you should address your thanks, Monsieur." "Ah? Vraiment?" exclaimed the Vicomte, turning a supercilious eye upon the Deputy, for with his freedom he seemed to have recovered his old habits.
La Boulaye was a stout servant of the Nation, whom it must profit France to let live that he might serve her; Ombreval was a base aristocrat, whose death all true Republicans should aim at encompassing.
She would infer that he had posed as unselfish as self-sacrificing, almost only that he might win her esteem, and that by telling her now that Robespierre was inflexible in his resolve to send Ombreval to the guillotine, he sought to retain that esteem whilst doing nothing for it. That he had ever intended to save Ombreval she would not credit.
His words were not without effect; they kindled chivalry in hearts that, after all, were nothing if not prone to chivalry according to their own lights and presently something very near enthusiasm prevailed. But the supercilious and very noble Ombreval still grumbled. "To ask me to fight this scum!" he ejaculated in horror "Pardi! It is too much.
There was a sudden movement among the aristocrats a horrified recoiling and even Bellecour was shaken out of his splendid arrogance. "Insolent cur!" exclaimed Ombreval with withering scorn; "to what lengths is presumption driving you?" "To the length of a horsewhip," answered La Boulaye pleasantly.
"This," mocked Ombreval, to whom the name meant nothing, "is the representative of a Government of strict equality, and he is announced with as much pomp as was ever an ambassador of his murdered Majesty's." Then a something out of the common in the attitude of his companions arrested his attention.
Then, bethinking her of Ombreval and of her mission, she took her courage in both hands, and, advancing a step, she cast herself upon her knees before Caron. "Monsieur, forgive me," she besought him. "I meant you no insult. How could I, when my every wish is to propitiate you?
But should I presently send you word not to do so any longer, or should you hear of events which will render it impossible for me to accompany you, you can then set out with Ombreval, travelling under the guise described in the passport, and informing any questioners that the other person mentioned has been forced by ill health to interrupt his journey.
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